District Nine Reaping: Wolfbane Barbell
"Wooollfyy! Were gunna be lafe for da Reaphing!" Mable tugs on my arm, her large blue eyes looking to me with a large goofy smile on her lips. I don't know why, but I sit up to see that she was right, we only had an hour to get ready. I stand, looking down to the short girl and smiling softy. "Mom alreafy left, I made breakfast though!" She tugged at my arm, and I let her drag me into the small kitchen. Mable just turned 12, and I was 17. We quickly sat down, Mable bouncing in her seat as we ate the small bowls of oatmeal she had made. "How are you Mabs?" I ask, trying not to stuff my face. Mable, though she was so young, was a decent cook. "Good I guess! How is Wolfy?" she giggled, finishing her bowl and putting it into the small sink. "M' fine" I quickly got up, I had to find Mable's reaping dress, and my own clothes. Mable gave me a smile that made my heart hurt. She tried to stay happy for me, despite the fact she knew that in a hour, ether of us could be whisked away into the bloodbath that the capital calls 'The Hunger Games". Mable had lost her family because of it, now she lived with us, since we adopted her from District 13. When I finally found the dress and my stuff, I called for Mable, and like a arrow, she flew to me, her long brown hair pulled into a messy bun. "Tanks Wolfy!" she takes the dress and slips away into our room, giggling softy, hugging the dress. I chuckled, walking into my mother's room to change myself. After we were both dressed, we headed for the stage, Mable clutching to my arm. My own name was put in, along with Mable's. But for her, it was the first time. I never told her how many times my name was put in, it was safer that way, I loved her.. I didn't want to scare her. The woman on the stage started to ramble, but when she screeched those two words, I felt my heart sink.
"Good Day, District 9! May The Odds Be Ever in your Favor! I'm delighted to be here for this glorious Day!" I knew she didn't care, the way her eyes scanned the crowd, she saw us a pawns in a game of chess, to be used for fun. "I can tell your all excited to find out who shall be competing in this year's Games, but I must ask for your attention as we watch this very special film about your Country's noble history!" I rolled by eyes and looked down to Mable, who, unlike me was taking this all very seriously. The woman quickly started the video, and I zoned out, looking to the little girl, too fragile to ever participate in the games, no way would she survive. I pained me to think of her in the games, fighting for her life. After what felt like hours, the video ended and the Woman started to go to the large bowls of names."…..The Honorable and courageous young lady who shall compete for District 9 is…." was all I heard before I turned to her.
"Mable Bellbia!"
I felt light headed, did she really just say Mable's name? I felt her grip on my arm tighten, I hoped someone would volunteer, anyone. I looked around the crowd, but no one budged. "W-Wolfy…?" her grip on me was loosening, her eyes filled with tears and wrapped my arms around her, before having to let her go. She walked up the stairs with tears dripping down her face, her pale sad face didn't deserve to be sad, she should be happy, giggling and smiling. "And who shall join little Mable…." she reaches her hand into the bowl, but I already had my hand in the air, screaming with tears dripping down my face "I Volunteer As Tribute!" I darted towards the stairs, the shocked faces of everyone staring at me as I basically lunged at the woman "W-WolfBane, WolfBane BarBell" I stood up, my hand lacing with Mable's, who already was clutched me with her small iron grip. "O-Oh, well.. Uh.. It seems like we have are District 9 Tributes.. May the odds be ever in their favor..?" The woman was flustered as she walked off the stage, allowing Mable and I to follow. "Where is the ladfy taken us wolfy?" I didn't know how to react, shock still fresh in my mind. "Wooolfy?" Mable squeezed my arm, and it clicked in my mind. We had to stay strong, and I was failing. "Were going to the train, Mabs." I let my slips curl into a strained smile. Mable was doing what she did best, keeping me calm.
Author's Note: Disclaimer. We do not own the Hunger games. Suzanne Collins does! –LSOT (LittleSeerOfTime)